If An Illusion Is All I Have
Chapter 3: Keep Your Hands To Yourself
Author: Jess_Who
Fandom: Ashes To Ashes
Pairings: Alex, Gene, CID, Molly, etc
Rating: 12A (Rating may change)
Disclaimer: Only a fan, not the owner.. :'(
Spoilers: None really. Set in 1982
Note: Beta'd by the exceptional Rantandrumour.
Chapter 1: Post-It Notes
Chapter 2: The Wounded Deer
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Alex's entire body felt over heated, a heaviness shrouding her. Her head felt fuzzy, sitting up made her body feel as though it was jolting back and forth on a rough and unruly sea. Almost silently nudging the door open, Alex peered out to see if she could find the source of disjointed voices. On the very instance light from the other room shone on to her face, an agonizing thumb took up behind her eyes.
On seeing nothing, she continued with a learned caution. The voice held a familiarity, but in her state of tiredness she did not trust herself to be correct on the matter. Whoever it was clearly did not care if she was woken.
The fear that had crept up Alex s spine dissipated at the sight of Gene Hunt sat on her sofa. Leaning forward, elbows on knees, dispatching orders down the phone, she could not help but be happy. He was in her flat.
He dropped the phone into its cradle. "Go back to bed, it's late," he said without looking up.
Alex padded barefoot across the hard wood floor to her shabby rug, before sitting down next to him with a heavy sigh "Can't. Not tired."
Gene picked up his half empty glass of whiskey. "Why didn't you tell me she was missing?" he asked with hard eyes.
Alex took the glass from his long fingers. "Her name wasn't mentioned until today," she replied in a low voice.
"Would you have told me?" his voice was laced with hurt, and she could feel the guilt wash over her in waves. She wanted to say she would have, but she could not bring herself to lie to him. Instead she stayed mute, resting her head against his shoulder in a shamed apology.
.*.
They had not spoken in a long while. Her breathing was getting more spaced out and her grip on his tumbler of whiskey had loosened considerably. It felt nice, Alex falling asleep next to him, her face pressed against his arm and her toes seeking the warmth beneath his thigh. Despite his whole being wanting to stay firmly fixed in this exact spot, watching the way her body curled into itself, he knew the position could not be comfortable and the way her toes squirmed further under his leg indicated that she was cold and it would be best to move her before all the blood left his brain.
"Come on sleeping beauty, time for bed" he spoke softly, moving a tendril of hair to find her eyes staring back at him. "See you in the morning" he said helping her up, and slumping back down on to the stripy sofa.
He watched her standing in front of him, hands curled up into the arm of her night shirt. For all her thirty plus years, she suddenly looked like a child. A child afraid to go to sleep, because of the nightmare that lurks in the shadowy corners of her vast mind.
"Gene would you..." She stopped, her mouth closed in a straight line. Feeling stupid, feeling less like a Detective Inspector by the minute, as her lip wobbled in anticipation of rejection.
"Come on then" he says gently, walking with her into the bedroom "Keep your hands to yourself mind. Just because I'm a vulnerable individual, doesn't mean you can take advantage of me" He grinned cheekily and winked reassuringly at her.
....A2A...A2A....
Chapter 4: Centre Of Gravity
Author: Jess_Who
Fandom: Ashes To Ashes
Pairings: Alex, Gene, CID, Molly, etc
Rating: 12A (Rating may change)
Disclaimer: Only a fan, not the owner.. :'(
Spoilers: None really. Set in 1982
Note: Beta'd by the exceptional Rantandrumour.
Chapter 1: Post-It Notes
Chapter 2: The Wounded Deer
....A2A...A2A....
Alex's entire body felt over heated, a heaviness shrouding her. Her head felt fuzzy, sitting up made her body feel as though it was jolting back and forth on a rough and unruly sea. Almost silently nudging the door open, Alex peered out to see if she could find the source of disjointed voices. On the very instance light from the other room shone on to her face, an agonizing thumb took up behind her eyes.
On seeing nothing, she continued with a learned caution. The voice held a familiarity, but in her state of tiredness she did not trust herself to be correct on the matter. Whoever it was clearly did not care if she was woken.
The fear that had crept up Alex s spine dissipated at the sight of Gene Hunt sat on her sofa. Leaning forward, elbows on knees, dispatching orders down the phone, she could not help but be happy. He was in her flat.
He dropped the phone into its cradle. "Go back to bed, it's late," he said without looking up.
Alex padded barefoot across the hard wood floor to her shabby rug, before sitting down next to him with a heavy sigh "Can't. Not tired."
Gene picked up his half empty glass of whiskey. "Why didn't you tell me she was missing?" he asked with hard eyes.
Alex took the glass from his long fingers. "Her name wasn't mentioned until today," she replied in a low voice.
"Would you have told me?" his voice was laced with hurt, and she could feel the guilt wash over her in waves. She wanted to say she would have, but she could not bring herself to lie to him. Instead she stayed mute, resting her head against his shoulder in a shamed apology.
.*.
They had not spoken in a long while. Her breathing was getting more spaced out and her grip on his tumbler of whiskey had loosened considerably. It felt nice, Alex falling asleep next to him, her face pressed against his arm and her toes seeking the warmth beneath his thigh. Despite his whole being wanting to stay firmly fixed in this exact spot, watching the way her body curled into itself, he knew the position could not be comfortable and the way her toes squirmed further under his leg indicated that she was cold and it would be best to move her before all the blood left his brain.
"Come on sleeping beauty, time for bed" he spoke softly, moving a tendril of hair to find her eyes staring back at him. "See you in the morning" he said helping her up, and slumping back down on to the stripy sofa.
He watched her standing in front of him, hands curled up into the arm of her night shirt. For all her thirty plus years, she suddenly looked like a child. A child afraid to go to sleep, because of the nightmare that lurks in the shadowy corners of her vast mind.
"Gene would you..." She stopped, her mouth closed in a straight line. Feeling stupid, feeling less like a Detective Inspector by the minute, as her lip wobbled in anticipation of rejection.
"Come on then" he says gently, walking with her into the bedroom "Keep your hands to yourself mind. Just because I'm a vulnerable individual, doesn't mean you can take advantage of me" He grinned cheekily and winked reassuringly at her.
....A2A...A2A....
Chapter 4: Centre Of Gravity